Last Sunday I had a conversation with my mom about how I never get sick. So three days later I got horribly sick.
I attribute my sickness to two things:
- Being cocky enough to verbalize that I am above sickness.
- The fact that Maya got sick one day before me and – you guessed it – threw up on me a number of times.
Normally, when I’m sick, life goes on. I go to work. I take care of Maya. I keep up with my obsessive cleaning schedule. I mean, we’ve already established that I am not John Din, right? But this time I hobbled home from work, dropped onto the sofa, and didn’t move for 48 hours.
I woke up with a start at 5:30 am on Thursday morning, consumed with the fact that I had to make lunch for Maya. I had visions of walking to the kitchen to do just that, but I could not get out of bed. That meant that for the first time EVER (and I swear I am not exaggerating) Ali was left to his own devices with regards to getting Maya ready for school.
Around 11 am I woke up again and gave Ali a call at the office:
Me: “Please tell me you didn’t forget to make Maya a lunch?”
Ali: “I did not forget.”
Me: “What did you give her?”
Ali: “A boiled egg. And broccoli.”
Me: “Anything else?”
Ali: “Yes. Some seaweed.”
I wish I could say that I was so impressed with Ali’s efforts that I decided not to say anything about how random her lunch was and how Maya would be starving and thus in a bad mood when she got home from school. But really, my big mouth stayed shut because I was too sick to put a smart ass comment together.
Ali brought Maya home around 4 pm to change for her 4 pm tennis lesson. (No, that makes no sense to me either). During the five minutes he was home, I watched him bang things around, snap at Maya about leaving her backpack in the middle of the hallway, and then randomly throw the trash (that never happens) muttering something I couldn’t hear but can only guess wasn’t exactly complimentary towards me.
Me: “Why are you in such a bad mood?”
Ali: “Because I just keep rushing from one thing to another today. There’s a lot to do.”
Really? I had no idea.